Looking at the back of the figure that was surrounded by a liquid golden-red sword intent, as if it could conquer the entire vast world with just one sword, everyone in the shield felt their scalps go numb. They were completely entranced!
At this moment, Shakyamuni was also incomparably vigilant. She didn't understand why Ye Fan's pressure would suddenly increase by such a large amount!?
This kind of power that did not belong to this world, she had only ever felt it from one person …
"Impossible … Impossible! I will not lose to the people of the Divine Dragon family again!
"The furious Shakyamuni Apocalypse could no longer be bothered with the people in the Heavenly Book Shield."
"Die!"
Shock waves mixed with spiritual force, lightning, flames, darkness, and other elemental energies shot out from the enormous energy body at the top of the tower like countless laser cannons!
In a battle of this level, against an opponent of this level, Shakyamuni Apocalypse didn't need to consider any techniques.
Absolute energy suppression, absolute spear and shield battle, this was the only way out!
The huge energy shockwave that was dozens of meters wide seemed to not need to condense at all. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Ye Fan!
The power of any one of the shockwaves was enough to raze a city to the ground!
Ye Fan's entire body was surrounded by liquid sword intent, he waved the huge black sword in his hand, forcefully enduring the pain brought about by the disintegration of the third layer. Even though he felt that his bones could explode at any time, his movements were not slow at all!
Ye Fan's huge sword, which was surrounded by liquid sword intent, continuously danced!
At this moment, he had no time to think about techniques and tactics.
Ye Fan was very clear that he had not truly grasped the third layer of disintegration. He was completely relying on the recovery power provided by the Spiritualist Ganoderma and his own momentum to overdraft his body and display this kind of power that did not belong to him!
To put it bluntly, the reason he was able to stand was mostly because of his willpower. He could explode and die at any time, or fall unconscious!
Therefore, he had to endure all the pain and end the battle as quickly as possible!
As long as he killed the Shakyamuni, he wouldn't care even if he became a cripple or died!
Fortunately, this kind of battle of pure strength did not require any techniques. What was important was speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. Every sword strike could directly shatter these shockwaves!
"Boom!" Boom! Boom! … "
One after another, shockwaves were shattered. At the same time, energy surged and exploded beside Ye Fan!
The liquid sword will formed a tornado around his body, reducing his damage to a certain extent.
And the shockwave of spiritual energy was the most lethal to Ye Fan.
Fortunately, under the triple disintegration state, Ye Fan relied on his strengthened physique and dragon flames to survive!
The people inside the Heavenly Book shield kept retreating. They did not dare to get too close because the battle had reached its climax!
"What … what's going on? I can't even see clearly … "
"Don't ask … No one can see clearly here … As long as Shakyamuni is still attacking, it means that Sword God hasn't fallen yet!"
Looking from afar, the space outside the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda had already begun to distort and tremble, and countless colorful beams of light were constantly being released.
A seemingly tiny golden-red figure was constantly approaching the top of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda in this apocalyptic battlefield!
Ye Fan, one man and one sword, was no longer fighting against the Shakyamuni, but against the energy gathered from the entire planet!
Finally, after continuously brandishing his sword over a hundred times, Ye Fan suddenly exerted force under his feet and directly flew over a hundred meters away. The huge black sword shattered a shockwave and fiercely pierced into the energy ball of light!
"Buzz!" — — "
With a dull rumble, the energy layer outside the ball of light trembled violently!
Under the illumination of the light, Ye Fan's seven orifices were bleeding. His entire body was like a bloody man, and his face was twisted and sinister!
"Ah!" — — "
Ye Fan roared in anger and pain, activating the liquid sword intent all over his body to wrap around himself and the huge black sword. Like a mad dragon, he wanted to tear this ball of light into pieces!
"Impossible …" "Impossible!"
Shakyamuni was extremely frightened. He continuously used elemental magic and spiritual force to attack Ye Fan, trying to shake Ye Fan away from the ball of light.
However, Ye Fan was like a nail, stubbornly nailing himself to the ball of light, and piercing the huge sword into it!
"Lucifer!" Shakyamuni screamed in anger, "You think you can beat me!? You're wrong! Only you will die a horrible death! "
Suddenly, Shakyamuni changed his strategy and directly began to use absorption magic!
Wave after wave of sword intent was continuously absorbed into the ball of light. Although the ball of light began to become unstable, the Shakyamuni forcefully controlled it and maintained the energy at a level where it would not collapse!
"Even if I can't kill you now, I can still slowly exhaust you to death! Don't forget, this is a Spirit Drawing Array that uses a planet as a benchmark! "Shakyamuni Apocalypse laughed crazily.
Ye Fan's eyes were about to split open. He suddenly realized that he had overlooked something!
Since this guy could use the Spirit Drawing Array to absorb energy, he could also use the Spirit Drawing Array to release it!
It was like a reservoir. At the same time, it could also release water. As long as there wasn't enough water injected, the reservoir wouldn't collapse!
Shakyamuni Apocalypse could rely on releasing and absorbing at the same time to maintain the stability of the energy ball!
After all, this Star Gate required a huge amount of energy to open.
Although the power of the third level of the Sword Intent had already reached the pinnacle of the Primal Chaos World and surpassed Duotian, it was still not enough to break through the limit of the Star Gate!
He … In the end, he was still a person, not a planet!
What made Ye Fan the most anxious was that the Shakyamuni could waste time, but he couldn't afford to!
The longer it dragged on, the harder it would be for Ye Fan to maintain the triple disintegration, and he wouldn't even be able to remain clear-headed …
Unprecedented, Ye Fan hoped so much that he might as well have a Sky Punishment!
No matter if it was Yin Thunder or Yang Thunder, as long as there was a powerful wave of energy, it would be the last straw to crush the Shakyamuni!
If the Heavenly Punishment descended, there might be a chance for a turnaround …
Strength! Strength! He still needed more power!
Ye Fan felt that he was gradually unable to hold on any longer. He clenched his teeth, pulled out his sword, and fell from the sky …
Inside the Heavenly Book Shield, when everyone saw this scene, they all revealed a trace of despair …
"Could it be …" Even a Sword God like this is unable to destroy that teleportation gate!? "Everyone was unwilling.
How could this be … Little Snow! Is this what you dreamed of? "Ling Yu Wei asked with tears in her eyes.
Qingxue shook her head slightly, and said intermittently, "Everything now …" It's no longer what I foresaw, and I don't know either. "What will happen next …"
Just when everyone had fallen into a trough of emotions and was at a loss for what to do, the Armageddon Shakyamuni was incomparably excited.
Sword God?! Haha! So what if he was a Sword God!? You lost! You still lost to me! "Haha …"
On the snowy ground outside the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda, Ye Fan stood there, gasping for breath. He lowered his head, and his heels were dyed red with blood …
The liquid sword intent on his body was like a raging inferno, gradually extinguishing, as if his hope was also gradually dimming …
The world likes to call me the Sword God, but I have never known how to be called the Sword God …
But... I am very sure that I know how to become a Sword Demon!
"Ye Fan's voice was low and hoarse. In this desolate white world, it carried a trace of eeriness, causing everyone to feel as if their souls were trembling!
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